Temari pressed her lips hungrily against every bit of bare skin she could find. Her fingers clawed at the dark mesh shirt he was currently sporting, and she couldn’t think a second past what was going on right then and there. She pressed more firmly against him — needing more, wanting more. Shikamaru’s hands deftly tugged at her hair so that the golden strands fell free of her casual style spilling all across her face.
Temari groaned against his neck.
She kissed her way up to his lips and pressed down firmly, losing every trace of her surroundings within his mouth. Fighting for dominance, and submitting to his every now and then.
Her fingernails curled into his shirt and just as quick as this makeout session began, Temari’s desires incensed. Hastily, she tried pushing the shirt off of him. She was so disoriented that for the first few seconds she tried taking his shirt off by pulling it down. After a few moments of complete confusion, her mind started working minimally, and she relieved him of his shirt. She began to move down lower to discard him of his pants when she felt her body lock up and freeze.
It didn’t take her long to figure out why she was incapable of movement. Just as quickly as his shadow had incapacitated her, she regained control of her body. She stared down at the man beneath her. “What was that?” She demanded, more confused than anything else.
“Look, Temari,” His cheeks were flushed and eyes hazy with desire, “I love you, I do, but…”
“But what?” She frowned, “If this is about protection–”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then?” Temari prodded, trying to put her desires under control.
“I…” Shikamaru bit his lower lip and looked nervously up at her, “This is going to sound absolutely stupid, but…”
“But?”
“I want to wait.”
“Wait?”
“Yeah.”
She sat up, still sitting calmly on his chest, “Wait for what?”
He closed his eyes. “Troublesome.”
“Shikamaru!” Temari uttered in aggravation. “Answer me!” Hell, if he was going to turn her down, then it damn well better be for a good reason.
“I don’t…I don’t…” He sighed and opened his dark eyes. He looked up at her, his eyes firm with resolution. “I don’t want to have sex until I’m married.”
She blinked dumbly. “Until you’re married?”
“Yes.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
She rubbed her eyes slowly and pinched herself. After a few minutes of contemplation, Temari decided she was very much awake. Hesitantly, she spoke, “Really?”
“Yes.”
“B-But you’re a guy!” She exclaimed as if that explained everything.
“I’m aware.”
“Guys are usually the ones pressing for it!”
“It seems that that’s usually the case.” He replied calmly. “But it’s not with me.”
“Unbelievable.” She breathed. “Unbelievable.”
“What is?”
Temari shifted slightly, “That I seem to have found the only decent man left in this stupid world.” She paused. “You know, I’ve never had sex either.”
“And you wanted to give your virginity to me?” He asked a slight blush on his cheeks.
Temari felt the heat rush to her face. “I love you.” She mumbled.
Shikamaru wound his hand behind her head and led her gently forward. He kissed her slowly on the lips. “I love you too.”
She sighed as he pulled back. “You’re still not going to do this until we get married, aren’t you?”
“Precisely.”
She hesitated. “I’m not ready to get married just yet.”
“I’m okay with that.” He said calmly.
“You are?”
He smiled. “I’m pretty patient, Temari.”
She grinned. “You are unbelievable.”
A/N: I was talking to my mom about her relationship with my dad today. This story is a piece of their story. My mom didn’t really care about waiting, or even getting married for that matter. My dad didn’t want to do anything until he got married. My dad was the one who told her either marry me or nothing. I found that really funny when she told me.
No comments yet
Comments feed for this article